Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Now, Topher could tell that there was some kind of activity going on outside. It looked like a fair or a carnival, but either way it didn't really hold much appeal to him, and besides that he didn't think his parents were around to buy him a ticket. So he wasn't going to bother with it.

Instead he went to the kitchen, and with his trusty goggles on, he climbed onto a chair and began assembling a sandwich. What he really wanted was pancakes, but he had no idea how to make those. A sandwich, though, he could do, even if the cheese-to-turkey ratio was turning out awfully high and about sixty percent of the lettuce (because all sandwiches had to have lettuce even if it was gross, right?) was ending up on the floor. He figured there was probably a housekeeper here like at home who could take care of that.

Once he was done, he got a chocolate milk carton out of the fridge and settled at the table to eat his breakfast. Maybe he'd be the only one here. He'd like that.

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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Hi, what are you eating?" Olive asked Topher as she wandered in after having talked on the radio. She hadn't had breakfast yet, so she was pretty much one-track-minding it up at the moment.

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"Sandwich," Topher answered quietly. Normally he'd be nervous by the presence of a newcomer, but she was a girl and looked younger than him, so he was pretty sure she wasn't going to beat him up. "There's raisin bread in the cabinet."

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"Raisin bread?" Olive's whole morning just got like, a jillionty times better. "Can I make toast?"

She paused, noting that this was a big kid, and added, "...will you tell on me if I make toast?" She was so not allowed to use the toaster at home. Even if she stood on her tiptoes and watched her mom use it all the time so she was pretty sure she could do it. Oven, too.

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"Nuh-uh," Topher promised. "I mean you can. I won't tell." Seeing as how he didn't know who he would tell or anything. This place didn't seem to be exactly flooded with responsible adults.

"I'm Christopher," he added.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I'm Olive," she said, already scrambling up on the chair Topher had so considerately left there. "How old're you? I'm four."

She was pretty sure that he was older, but whatever, she was preco -- preconsc --

Um.

Special. For four.

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"What're you eating?"

Jaq lurked over the back of the couch, his eyes set on Topher's meal like he was starving.

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Now this kid looked a little less harmless than the first girl. Maybe it was the lurking.

"Sandwich," he said quietly. "You can have it if you want."

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"Naw," Jaq said. For all that he was hungry, he sounded pretty mellow. "Where's the thing for the food making?"

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"There's lots of things," Topher said, because he wasn't sure which one Jaq meant. "Oven stove microwave toaster blender juicer."

The juicer didn't really count, but Topher's mom liked to make smoothies and maybe Jaq did too.

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"Which one is for the sandwiches?" Jaq wanted to know.

He could make his own. He wasn't bothered.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I found cereal!" Olive announced from where she was standing on the counter. So unsafe but she was being careful. "Lookin' for raisin bread, though. Want some Coco Puffs?"

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"What's a Coco Puff?" Jaq asked - hey, it was a sensible question, turning towards her. "Can I eat it?"

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Olive stared at him, mouth open a little. "Cereal!" she told him, excitedly as she hauled the box out of the cupboard -- and promptly dropped it on the ground.

"...that's Coco Puffs. It's okay that they're on the floor. S'probably clean."

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"...I don't think I should eat that," Jaq said dubiously. "I don't know what it's been cleaned with."

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Toby wasn't much one for crowds, but he didn't want to be alone either. And he was hungry, so. Common room, instead of carnival.

"Hey," he greeted. "Is there more breakfast?" Never mind that sandwiches weren't usually breakfasty, he didn't care. "Can I have some?"

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"There's a bunch of raisin bread left," Topher offered carefully. It didn't look like this kid was going to start anything, but he was still a little wary. He pointed up at a shelf. "'s up there."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Toby said, with a little smile. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna start a fight for it or nuthin."

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That was... oddly relevant to what Topher had just been thinking. Check that out.

"Oh," he said, blinking at Toby. "Okay. Thank you."

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Yeah. He did that. Kind of a lot. Toby shrugged. "Other kids do that to me a lot when I move to a new home," he explained. "Doesn't mean I gotta do the same."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Cereal!" Olive said, pointing to where she'd dropped the Coco Puffs on the floor. "I'm lookin' for raisin bread.

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"...You can keep the cereal, I think," Toby said, eyeing that floor dubiously. "But thanks."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"It's prolly fine," Olive assured him.

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HDU sandwiches were ALWAYS breakfast food

"There is more food," Jaq said, from the far end of the couch. "It's in the thing."

He waved his hand towards the kitchenette... thing.

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"The kitchen," Toby said with a nod. "I'm not really supposed to get stuff in there by myself." But everyone else seemed to be doing so...

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"Nobody else here," Jaq said, shrugging both of his shoulders.